Vacation?

Dear Diary,

Life continued along and I kept the dreams to myself. My cousin suffered no consequences and I did not tell my parents about all that had happened after that. During that time my oldest sister came to visit and when she left I realized how much she meant to me. I was sad for a while and I remember that she made us watch the Bodyguard... yeah... the chick flick with Kevin and Whitney. After that every time I heard that song I thought about my sister and it made me really sad. I didn't want to study anymore. I hated school. I couldn't focus on the work and would just not do it. I didn't mind my teacher very well and finally one day she confronted me about it and I broke down and told her about the dreams and what happened when I was younger. She told my parents and we talked again. Once again after tears and apologies I didn't feel any different. I had resigned to the fact that this was life and to just deal with it. I was very bitter towards the world. On the outside I didn't show it but inside I was coming apart. I was easily irritated by my friends and others and very emotional. One night my parents took me out to eat and it was just them and myself.... I should have known something was up because my sister wasn't there. They asked me what I would think about going to the Ukraine....umm..... and they showed me some brochures of children running in school uniforms through the sunny streets and I said " Sure, looks fun." I didn't put it together that this was a permanent move. I thought it was going to be a cool vacation but that we would be back in Brazil again. I was 12 years old. The day came when I had to leave. I left before the rest of my family because I was going to spend some extra time with my sister back in the U.S. and start school there while we waited to go to the Ukraine. I remember waking up that morning and going to the church. I sat near the back with my parents and then the church called me to the front. My "Tio" which means "Uncle" because that's what we call our friends dads there and aunts are "Tia's" prayed for me and talked about how I was a part of their family and they gave me a shirt. He hugged me as he was crying and I started crying. I stood at the door while everyone walked out and hugged me and said goodbye. Everyone except for my best friend who remained at a distance. I thought he was mad at me.... We were almost to my car when I looked back towards the church one last time and then saw my best friend come charging across the street and he hugged me and cried and we said goodbye. My stomach sank as we pulled away. We stopped off at my "girlfriends" house because she couldn't make it to church. I said goodby and started to walk away after she handed me a note but then I got the courage and turned around and kissed her...yeah!!! I thought I was the man like Kevin in The Bodyguard. We drove to Sao Paulo where I caught my flight to the U.S. As the plane took off I cried.... I cried... and I cried some more. It wasn't until I met my sister in Miami that I stopped crying. That wouldn't be the last time though....